summer at 16

clair jane

my hands sit firmly on the steering wheel 

my red-brown hair in loose curls, dancing in the wind blowing though my car

the sun is hitting the line of trees

the warm summer air smells of campfires and happiness


comethru blasts through my speakers 

my mind wandering to the party last night

and the boy with the big blue eyes

tears gripping my eyes


everything makes me happy this summer,

my hometown i've never loved

late night grocery runs with friends

and even summer itself

  • Author: clair jane (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 8th, 2019 18:05
  • Category: Reflection
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